David Agmon's Story

Down the road a lone black rolls royce was seen driving up the cobbled street.

Following the brief exchange between Cally and Hark, some phone calls had been made, and the lone black car, which was flanked in front, and behind by black tinted black sedans.

"I understand there's been some unsavory characters in this neighborhood." The older man said as the car crept to a stop in front of the Gae-Cann Clubhouse and the bookstore nearby.

The older man produced a single gold Aureus, before he handed it to David.

"Go in there and do what needs to be done."

David wasn't a man of many words and his answer came with the click of the latch on the car door as he swung it open and stepped out onto the cobblestone streets. The unmarked vehicles wouldn't be easily linked to Cally's earlier presence in Verinotte Hollow, and David calmly straightened his coat and adjusted his brimmed-hat.

As he closed the car door and approached the club-house he checked the metallic apparatus on his hand - a seemingly harmless device that was worn similar to a glove with a red gem resting in the palm. He flexed his fingers to make sure it was fitted properly before he reached the doors.

His somewhat rough appearance, and the tattoos that snaked their way up his neck from beneath his coat likely left him blending well enough as to not be out of place in the biker club-house.

Hark leaned next to the door of the clubhouse, a smoke in one hand and his phone in the other. There was a revolver by his side and there was a faint white pulsing glow beneath his wifebeater. The bouncer wasn't exactly paying the best attention when he kicked open the door for them, the girl he was texting was far more important.

"You can bring your weapons in, but if you try anything, your weapons are staying." Hark announced loudly, almost casually. Hark looked up as he finished texting. "By the way, you want to move your vans, you'll get ticketed." Hark mused, sniffing and going back to his phone.

Jack watched them from above, smoking and writing down something in a journal as he relaxed on the roof. This was his favorite perch, with his back to the night sky. The werewolf took a sip of something clear from the bottle next to him and kept writing. Those outsiders smelled different from the rest, but they always did.

If they were coming for a drink, they wouldn't have taken three vehicles. Unless they were retarded.

"Fuckin' idiots." Jack breathed, staring.

The three cars slowly drove off, leaving David to do what he does best.

As the vehicles drove off, David made his way inside.

David shoved his hands into the pockets of his coat as he stepped just inside the bar. Calculated eyes searched the patrons as he activated a pair of shock grenades and tossed them into the room. The first landed in the open floor as it rolled a few feet and detonated, and the second was tossed to land behind the bar-counter.

The black spherical objects briefly emitted an output of intense light and sound, and those caught within their radius were swift to crumble to the floor unconscious - though alive.

Those that managed to instinctively take cover were spared the debilitating effects of the grenades, though David was quick in throwing his coat off to reveal the heavy arsenal of weapons beneath. It was the plasma pistol that he unholstered to fire a shot into the chest of one of the bartenders - a young woman that had been unfortunate enough to be outside of the blast radius of the shock grenades.

The thought briefly crossed his mind that it seemed a waste to kill the young woman, but he didn't relish the thought of her going for that gun that hung above the bar.

He extended his left hand out towards the stairway with his palm raised to unleash a wave of kinetic force from the device on his hand should anyone attempt to enter the bar from that route, and the pistol he turned on the entryway to open fire should the bouncer, Hark, make an appearance.

As David made his way into the bar, a single black Rolls screeched to a halt outside. Should Hark still be outside as the chaos ensued inside, four mobsters emerged from the windows and opened fire with Disruptor RCW assault rifles. It was like an epilepsy light show as brilliant and rapid flashes of green light lit up the front of the clubhouse as the Ha'la'tha mobsters tore into it from outside.

On the inside streaks of green seared through walls and windows alike, screaming and crackling as they splintered furniture, stone wall, and wooden decor.

The black car suddenly drove off, tires screeching as it made it's way down the street, Sam Adama waiting in a third black sedan parked in an alleyway across the road.

The projectiles whistled though the air, chipping off flakes of concrete from the entrance and scorching windows. The people that weren't taken out by the shock grenades were shouting, a majority of them were bikers and they were hauling themselves into cover and dragging the stunned or shot into the cover, it was a frantic display.

Benjamin looked up from his desk. The President got to his feet, pulling a hatchet from the nearby rack and sliding it though his waistband, taking up a shotgun and racking the pump as a shell filled with bone fragments, human nails and teeth was shoved into the chamber with a loud click.

Hark wasn't stupid, he hit the floor and as soon as they drove off, he hit the entrance and slammed his back into the corner, taking a few deep breaths and peeking around the corner, that was a lot of damage these assholes were inflicting. Hark held a hand infront of his face and fired blindly at the chains supporting the large motorbike hanging from the roof, which promptly snapped and begun to fall, hopefully landing on David's face.

At the same time somebody dived off the balcony, tearing off his jacket and letting the wolf take over, hitting the concrete and scampering off after the car, following the noises and smells. The wolf quickly gained, leaping up onto a roof and aiming for a leap unto the black car's roof, six inch claws looking for a solid grip.

Benjamin begun to break into a run for the stairs down into the bar.

As the car continued down the road, one of the Mobsters caught sight of the werewolf chasing them. With a brief exchange in Tauron, the Car accelerated even harder, as the wolf descended with an audible clunk on the roof.

"What the frak?" One of the Mobsters said, growling as he looked back, a third Mobster holding up his Disruptor RCW And firing through the roof, sending searing bolts of green up through the roof at the Werewolf as the car jerked and swerved to shake the creature off.

Alongside the black car, a white pickup pulled up similar to Cally's. It was however unmarked. The white clad mercenary swiveling his rotary plasma cannon on the back, and holding down the trigger. The weapon barked it's report and sent a flurry of superheated plasma, with the intent on either killing, maiming or harming the wolf, or at the very least, force him off the car.

David heard the screech of car tires before he heard the opening gunfire and he knew well what it meant. He dropped to the floor, just as much in the line of fire as the other occupants of the building. With his back to the wall and the windows overhead, he was under the spray of plasma, but bits of broken glass, charred wood, and chips of concrete rained down around him until at last the vehicles drove off leaving a moment of silence in their wake.

The silence was short lived as both David and Hark went into motion.

David's eyes followed the line of trajectory from Hark's guns to the chains overhead. He dove forward from his position against the wall to take cover behind the length of the bar. He took only a moment to withdraw another grenade from his belt to toss over the length of the counter. As it detonated in a bright flash of light and sound, he rose back to his feet and turned to return fire on Hark in a spray of plasma bolts.

Benjamin's appearance in the stairway would be met with a wave of kinetic force from David's open palm that if it struck would lift him up and toss him back against the steps like a rag-doll. Within the narrow confines of the stairway the focused pulse of kinetic force from the device on David's hand would be difficult to physically evade as there was nowhere to take cover from it.

Several blocks down the street, the Irish Sedan was spotted through a pair of binoculars while a black Rolls phantom sat idling in an adjacent alleyway.

As the dark blue Sedan pulled out of the alleyway to circle the block, Sam put his car in gear and started after the dark blue sedan.

"Párte to óplo kai to fortío af̱tó." Sam said as he turned onto the road, the dark blue sedan two car lengths in front of them. All while Sam gestured to the Disruptor RCW laying on the seat in the back seat.

"Nkouatráo thélei af̱tó to o̱raío kai éf̱kolo, na skotó̱sei tous pi̱dáei kai na lávoun ta chrí̱matá tous." Sam added, giving the car a bit more gas.

"Can we get some music?" George asked, "Like what?" Liam asked, "I like Wham!." George told Liam, "Are you a fuckin' poof?" Liam asked the driver, "They jus' 'ave some good songs is all." George explained.

"Fine, whatever."

Liam decided it was best to give in, he could endure 80s pop music for a little while. They had to report back to his brother soon anyways. The city rolled by, calmer than it usually was. "Take a right." Liam said, eyes back on the streets as the vehicle made it's turns.

The sound of Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go almost derailed the mood when it blasted through the airwaves, but it helped Liam in a way.

"Why can't home be more like 'dis?" He asked, "Home is like this. Gloomy and full of terrorists. Just back home they're Irish." George answered.

"Aye, brother."

David was rolling a gold coin between his fingers when Sam spoke up, but he didn't say anything in return. He never was much for words and he simply pocketed the coin and reached back to get a hold of the gun. The window next to him began to roll down as he checked the fusion cells of the RCW, and nodded to Sam. The weapon wasn't as compact as the military designs, but it would suffice to do the job. He kept it down out of sight for now while Sam tailed the blue sedan.

Tesla was standing at one of the many traffic lights in the neighborhood, according to the grapevine around Wing City was that this drug Elysium was the hot thing. Nasty stuff according to the informats able to easily overdose those with magical abilities but it made a man feel like he was large and in charge so it was easy to see the appeal.

But according to the snitches this was the territory that the irish mob did a lot of their dealings, and that they usually did their portal in a very notable dark blue sedan. And glory it seemed that one was going to roll up to a traffic light pretty soon.
Tesla had his mask off and his hood down to look like any normal citizen just standing around. He walked up to the light post with the button that requested permission for walkers to pass, but there wouldn’t be enough time before the car passed the traffic light if he just pressed it. So Tesla placed his hand on the pole and sent a small electrical pulse through the device. Kicking the light into yellow and timing it so that the Dark Blue Sedan would be the first car caught on red.

Tesla counted down and when he figured it was just right he sent another electrical pulse into the light to switch it into red. Causing the Sedan to be the first car caught on a red light. The walk way showed a little man and people began to cross. Tesla blended into the crowd as he walked by. Looking into the sedan to view the people inside if they obeyed the traffic light and stopped. If they had he would notice that these men were Irish looking and drove a car the informants described. Suspects if he knew any better.

Of course all the while he walked with the crowd across the street.

Watching the scene below, he spotted the second car emerging from another alleyway: a black Rolls Phantom. It seemed to be tailing the sedan. He braced himself for some serious shit, but remained lurking on the rooftops.

Down below, the sedan started emanating a song by Wham! This took him aback some, but he didn't dwell on it. He had to keep up his pursuit, lest he lose sight of the two vehicles. The introduction of the Phantom would possibly serve to complicate things, unless it was another car of Irish mobsters; something he severely doubted, but hoped was true.

For now, he could only wait for events to unfold. He didn't know when his intervention would be necessary, but he just hoped a shitstorm wouldn't erupt before he could gather sufficient data on his prey.

As the vehicle made it's turn, the black Rolls followed, still two car lengths until they came up to a red light. Now the black rolls was right behind the blue sedan, and though the windows were tinted a dark almost opaque color.

This was perfect, Sam simply nodded, and reached for his disruptor pistol, a military model that had been scuttled from a captured freighter.

Sam turned to David, before he opened the car door with a heavy thunk, holding the Disruptor pistol behind his back. It had been discussed that Sam would fire the first shots, and David would cover him. These were instructions delivered by the Guatrau himself.

Sam took several steps towards the blue sedan, with a crowd of people crossing the street, it would be hard to just floor it without drawing attention.

Sam only waited for the Irish to react. He was going to ask for directions.

He was vigilantly watching now, as one of the men in the Rolls stepped from his vehicle. Behind his back he held a gun; a Disruptor pistol. The man hustled toward the sedan in front of him, stopped at a red light. Convenient. It was then that he noticed a pedestrian watching the scene intently, whereas everyone else seemed to not notice. He had to be in on it somehow.

However, his attention was primarily focused on the man with the gun. From his belt, Batman produced a disruptor of his own: it was meant to deactivate guns with electronic systems with a wireless scrambling signal. It would effectively negate the gun's response to a trigger pull. Targeting the Disruptor pistol, he activated the device, just in case. He could only hope those things didn't have some sort of fail safe to prevent such a tactic.

Now he just needed to sit back and watch what would happen next. Hopefully nothing would come of this: he still needed to know where the Irish called home in this city.

The car came to a screeching halt at the light, they weren't expecting it to turn so quickly. They were sure it was the fault of whoever was supposed to keep the city operating.

"Oh, come on." Liam said, letting out a frustrated sigh. "Move it!" He called out to the people, "That ain't gonna make da' light change any faster." George informed Liam, "Calm down. We're only around da' corner."

"There's a man approaching." The hooded man in the backseat said, "Floor it." He ordered.

"What? There's people here." Liam said, gesturing out at the people crossing the street.

"Drive through them." The hooded man said, "I don't like this."

"You're off your nut, man." George told the hooded man, "I ain't driving through 'dem." He said, "You'll die if you don't." The hooded man told George and Liam.

"You threatenin' us, lad? My da' brought you on, but a quick bullet'll take ya' out." Liam retorted.

There was silence. Liam's eyes on the man in the backseat, that man's eyes on the man on approach.

The hooded man opened his door and climbed out of the car, slamming it shut and power walking towards the crowed. He kept his head low, trying to keep as much of his face as possible out of cameras. He had no problem leaving the Irishmen behind.

This was an interesting turn of events when one of the irishmen came power walking out of the car, and slamming the door behind him, and made his way into the crowd crossing the street. Tesla watching the events as he looked over his shoulder and no turning completely around as the irishman walked into the crowd. Had Tesla brought attention to himself, he thought.

“Shit.” he said, hiding his word under his breath.

He noticed the silhouette of a gun that the man held behind his back now that he was on the opposite side of the street. This was going to end horribly but how was Tesla to know some rival gang was tailing the irishmen and waiting for some random time to attack. Like a busy traffic light for example.

Tesla gripped the crosswalk pole and sent an electrical pulse through the device. The crosswalk lit up with a red glowing hand and the traffic light quickly turned green. Tesla Waited for the citizens to completely pass the street and he shot his hand into air.

“Everyone down!” He said, shooting a huge arc of lightning into the air that even came with it’s own small thunder clap. This would of course cause people to run down the sidewalk in a panic and the car’s packed at the traffic light want to speed off.